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time feels like i’ve been back in jail like when i was doing time but in the can spend all night on a bended knee just to beg for something to believe left home with a pack of clothes without a family tree

[chorus] this fight could be the last fight no giving and no winning one time could be the all the time should we decide to end the misery

time heals all of the burned out bridges filled with nothing more than misery i wear the mask of the embattled son trying to beg for something to believe left home with a pack of clothes without a family tree

[chorus]

break the chains of featherweights and giants with the stain forever lasting liars they’re afraid when we spit out the fire and start living